I'm not good with birthday cards. I usually know "the date" is approaching, but there's a misfire between "knowing" and actually "doing" -- getting the card in the mail. I also like a phone call. But then that takes timing, too.
Yesterday was Aunt Dottie's birthday. I was going to call, but then I got worried I would miss her. You know, she's a busy lady.
So I sent her a text. She replied. And soon we had a little conversation going. She's even good with the texting shorthand. It made me smile.
So at 75, Hot Dot -- as she's sometimes called -- is going strong. Texting and all...